Answer:
Bold are the first; true are the second; playful are the third; clever are the fourth; forceful are the fifth.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.